Calling All The Tired, The Poor, The Huddled Masses Of Dilli Yearning To Breathe Free - To DAULATABAD

Delhi is not a good place for poor people to live: the puri-aloo wallah has been banished by the MCD, and the viklang (one-legged) ganja dealer has been locked up because the Lok Sabha has armed the Dilli Pulis with predatory legislation. 


And anyway, there is NO PLACE to live: Masoodpur, Kishengarh, Mehrauli, Mahipalpur... these are all overcrowded while all the abundant keekar forests are DDA Property. 


So, I am spreading the word: Let us all flee Delhi and shift to Karwar, and rename the city Daulatabad. Many have agreed to join me in this flight. Our numbers will only grow, I am confident.


Some aspects of "policy" have also been discussed in depth - and I am detailing them below, for the record.


First and foremost: There will be no RTO in Daulatabad. But we will have an "automobile policy" - which will be as follows:


Now, there are thousands expert in "denting-and-painting" in Nude Elly. But as I was explaining to one of them, these road accidents are all a loss, and their work represents nothing but Bastait's "broken windows." 


However, if their knowledge is to be made useful, Daulatabad should have safe streets where no accidents occur and all our denters-and-painters should be free to import crashed automobiles dirt cheap from the West which they can quickly repair and sell to the poor. So, Daulatabad will be a city of cars-owners, not two-wheeler owners. And certainly no three-wheeler owners.


To lay out the city and its roads and streets, and its traffic management we will IMPORT EXPERTS. 

Safety First!

We also discussed the Identity Card Policy. In Daulatabad, every citizen will possess a Debit Card, a Credit Card, and use ATMs thereby. Bankers will vouch for a person's identity - and his financial worth. There will be no passports and visas.


We also discussed the Nasha Policy of Daulatabad.


It was decided that the Flag of Daulatabad will be a White Flag with the Ganja Leaf on it: so all nashas will be WHITE DHANDAS. No more Black. The best ganja-charas. The finest alcoholic drinks - including all Indian Made Indian Liquor like fenny, mahua, handia, chhung, apong, etc. Of course, as far as Foreign Liquor is concerned, we will IMPORT these freely via the Open Sea: Foreign Made Foreign Liquor. 

NO MORE IMFL 

"Import Substitution"

We also discussed our Cocaine Policy: Coca will be grown here. And the Daulatabad Paan will be made with two coca leaves in it - to challenge the Banarasi paan.


The Law of the Land has already been discussed in a previous post. There will be "homesteading" of all the abundant, unowned, highly fertile land. The Gujjars can ranch their cattle. No cows in the City Area. No Stray Dogs either. 


If I may add: There is enough unowned, highly fertile land in that area for all the poor people of our fucked-up cities and towns. There are big, broad rivers criss-crossing the terrain - and it rains for four months in a year, so groundwater is abundant, too. The weather is excellent compared to Nude Elly. It is win-win all round.


And I am Spreading the Word Every Single Day.


The SPOKEN WORD hits harder than the written word. 


Of course, the money will be gold and silver coins of standardised weight and purity. There will be NO CENTRAL BANK. And all private commercial banks will be free to issue paper notes redeemable in specie on demand. The ordinary laws of Contract will apply to banking and money.


DAULATABAD - Here We Come!

Predatory State: Q. E. D.

The extremely belated decision to allow extremely restricted FDI in extremely limited forms of the retail trade has aroused the entire Opposition - and from Jayalalithaa to Mayawati to the BJP and, of course, the Commies, all have condemned this decision.


Actually, we as a nation need to IMPORT CAPITAL and not OBSTRUCT it. This obstructionism is essentially PREDATORY: the Socialist Indian State as an ENEMY of the Market.


There is simply NO REASON why supermarkets should lead to the extinction of small shops.


Let us take the example of the small shops in the lanes of Islam Colony. This morning, to make tea, I bought 5 rupees of sugar, 5 rupees of milk, and 2 rupees of tea. I also purchased 5 cigarettes.


Would any supermarket sell stuff in such small quantities?


Would anyone take the trouble to go to a supermarket to buy such small quantities?

NO!

The DISTRIBUTIONAL CHAIN accomplishes the BREAKING DOWN OF BULK.


Where the masses are poor, bulk has to be broken down into extremely small quantities. Cigarettes are sold loose all over India. Shampoo in 1 rupee sachets accounts for 70 percent of all shampoo sold in India.


However, while it is ABSOLUTELY CERTAIN that supermarkets and small shops will happily co-exist, allowing foreign capital to freely test Indian waters without let or hindrance will HUGELY BENEFIT our poor people, especially those seeking employment. It is only when labour combines with capital that wages rise. We are a country rich in labour and deficit in capital. A laissez faire FDI policy is what this good doctor prescribes.


Apart from employment and wage benefits, FDI in retail would also give a HUGE BOOST to urban and semi-urban real estate and construction.


TOURISM would also benefit because tourists like to shop.


And the better-off consumers, who would be targeted by supermarkets, would HUGELY BENEFIT when they buy all their requirements in bulk. For example, a few supermarkets for alcoholic beverages in this Vasant Kunj area - instead of the tiny government shops where I saw a fistfight ensue last night as a huge mass of consumers struggled to buy their tipple.

WIN-WIN-WIN.

Indeed, WHOLESALE SUPERMARKETS would be great utility to SMALL TRADERS. A city where such supermarkets exist would be a city where all the small shopkeepers would benefit from efficient wholesale services.

WIN-WIN-WIN-WIN.

Let us now turn to an appreciation of the PREDATORY NATURE of our Socialist Indian State. If our prime minister chacha manmohan s gandhi had been an "economist" worth his salt, this decision would not have been delayed so long. And as for the Entire Opposition, including from the states, they are all ENEMIES OF THE MARKET.


All in all, the huge outcry about the extinction of small traders is FALSE and HYPOCRITICAL. Our Socialist Indian State itself runs many "Super Bazaars" and "Kendriya Bhandars" - and has been doing this for long. At a loss, of course.


The restriction on the size of the town or city where foreign retailers can set up shop is NONSENSICAL and ARBITRARY: Devoid of any Economic Logic. Todays' editorial in Mint says much the same. Indeed, some supermarkets like IKEA are usually located well out of town, where real estate is cheap, so that enormous shops with enormous parking facilities can be set up comparatively cheap. Such establishments will lead to the real "economic development" of the hinterland surrounding our cities and towns.


All I can say is that I have LOST ALL RESPECT for our political-administrative class.


They are all now my SWORN ENEMY because of just one reason:

ANY ENEMY OF THE MARKET IS AN ENEMY OF MINE.

Calling Delhi's Gujjars - To Karwar

This is in continuation of my post of yesterday, calling Delhi's slum-dwellers to migrate en masse to Karwar, there to build a New City: a Free Port.


I am now pally with several Gujjar men - all friends and family of my 6' 4" buffalo-owning landlord. Big, strong, lathi-wielding men, whose roots lie in nomadic animal husbandry. The photo alongside is of a Gujjar from Kashmir, where they graze sheep - and Gujjars are to be found all over north-western India. Around Delhi, they are the traditional milkmen. Their business is cows, buffaloes and milk. In modern times, they are also landlords - especially around Delhi - but, in many ways, the policies of our The State work against their interests.


Take Tej Pal and Lala - the former delivers milk around Vasant Kunj on his motorcycle (he also owns a modern car); the latter grazes the cattle, astride his Bullet 350cc.


They have an "organised competitor" in the State-favoured Mother Dairy, which has milk booths and delivers its packaged milk even to Islam Colony.


Mother Dairy also has shops to sell fruits and vegetables in every market here - competing-out the street-vendors and rehriwallahs.


And there are Gujjar women in my area who work hard at making cow-dung cakes - gobardhan.


Now, in the Karwar area, there is no Mother Dairy. And the cows of the local people are all "tea-cup cows": tiny ones. Gujjars would be much better off migrating there with their superior cattle as well as their superior knowledge. They could specialise in modern dairying and export their produce, too - to the Middle East. Even gobardhan is a modern, machine-intensive industry today.


Where is the Capital?


Well, as I was explaining to Tej Pal and Lala, nomadic animal husbandry is the first kind of Capitalism in human history. Cattle were money - and this money was self-transportable. Hides were also money. 


For Gujjars, then, what is required is that they be able to take their cattle with them.


The "mystery of capital," however, will not be solved without land titles. Today, in Delhi, Gujjars do NOT possess clear Property Titles - and hence cannot raise loans from commercial banks, who demand collateral security.


This problem can easily be solved in Karwar - where quick titling for all those who "homestead" all the unowned land can be arranged through local organisation and Google Maps.


Then, the Show will get on the Road.


I also told my Gujjar pals about how the English were always shepherds - and wool was the biggest export of England even until the 1800s. American cowboys, Australia and New Zealand sheep ranchers are their Gujjars.


Let us now sit back and see what tomorrow brings. 

From Mecca... To Medina: Escape From Byzantium

They showed me a small room in the slum - and I was told it was worth 7,00,000 rupees. Now, all this - the entire city, in fact - represents various kinds of "inconvertible capital." And we can either invest more capital to make the place liveable - or we can simply abandon this corrupt and dismal city where, just half-an-hour ago, I was witness to municipal functionaries demanding bribes from a roadside puri-sabzi seller whose delicious stuff I enjoy every morning after blogging is over. That too, in an area where the municipality has provided NO SERVICES. 


We need thousands of Honest Civic Corporations throughout India. MCD is NOT one of them.


Yes, we can either abandon the slums and take over the jungle and make it inhabitable, we can invest in a better arterial road complete with footpaths and zebra crossings, a tramway, garbage disposal systems, street-lighting, etc. - or we can abandon this hell-hole and build a New City for ourselves somewhere else in this vast sub-continent, preferably where the weather is pleasant all year round.


I would prefer the second option. Vasant Kunj, Mahipalpur, Masoodpur, Kishengarh, Islam Colony, Mehrauli, Chhattarpur - indeed, the whole of South Delhi - is best abandoned. There is little point investing precious capital in these areas - especially when all this precious capital can be better invested elsewhere.


To me, the West Coast presents the best option for a re-settlement. In particular, I suggest the region around Karwar - an extremely beautiful area, as the picture accompanying this post shows.


At Karwar, the mountains of the Western Ghats meet the sea. There is enough free, unowned land to build a better city than Bombay. Indeed, a better city than even Hong Kong and Singapore. The port at Karwar is Extremely Deep - and all that happens there today is low-grade iron ore export: CORRUPTION. We could make it a Duty Free Port City. 


Honest Trade!


The land is extremely fertile - papayas, Alfonso mangoes, chikoos, spices, stevia, and more can be grown. Tourists can be attracted - being just south of Goa. And the weather is just fine all-year round.


I threw the idea about here and there - and every single person I talked to favours the idea: 

Let's Get The HELL Out Of Here!

To All My Rock-n-Roll Children

It was WONDERFUL meeting a young boy - not more than14 - rolling a joint; that too, among a group of much older men, who preferred "country liquor." I chanced upon this unlikely group on a rocky hilltop near Kishangarh, along the vast jungles, as I was making my way to Islam Colony.


Shabaash, beta! I told the boy. Tum ne accha nasha pakra. Ise kabhi chhor na dena.


Translated:


Well done, my son. You have picked up a good form of intoxication. Never give it up.


The other day, my chillum-yaar of more than 20 years landed up - and he's a sprite 64 now, to my sprite 54. We smoked a few joints together, and drank some beer to get over the "cotton-mouth."


He is a Kumaoni, my old friend and chillum-yaar, Ustad, and he picked up smoking charas from his father. I once smoked with his father, who was 86 then. He lit a HUGE chillum with half-a-tola of hash in it, and passed it on to me. The smoke he blew over his great-grandson - Ustad's grandson - who was lying on his lap. Whaddya know about "passive smoking"?


Ustad's father told me that he has been smoking charas since the age of 11. That too, half-a-tola in a "solo chillum" every night - before getting on to his tabla. Great man. He's dead now.


This morning, my old Jat friend, Sanda, who is about my age, landed up with his uncle who lives nearby in Islam Colony. This uncle was one of those rustic type Jats - around 70 - and a chillum smoker. We smoked one in the jungle - and it lit up my morning.


I told the uncle that we ought to smoke in the open instead of the jungle - because it was no good smoking Bholay-ki-booti where everyone craps. The uncle said it was not a good idea to do this in front of young kids.


I told the uncle that I disagreed.


I said that it was GOOD to smoke chillums in front of kids because then they would learn something good. In the movies, they only watch booze being drunk.


And in real life, they only see the smackies.


If they saw healthy, old men smoking chillums they would learn something good.


The uncle got the point.


Last evening, all the kids of the neighbourhood came along to play with me, to dance, and to be picked up and swayed about.


I loved it.


Love all you kids.


Wanna teach you something good.

The King Is Dead, Long Live The Market: Memories Of Amsterdam

The Royal Dutch Flag was flying at half-mast as I stepped out of Amsterdam Central Station early one bright morning in October, 2002 - while right opposite THE MARKET was fully open. I could see a casino, a sex museum, numerous "coffee shops" where ganja-charas are openly sold and smoked, bars, souvenir shops (for the place attracts tourists) and what not. 


I spent two whole days and one whole night awake in Amsterdam, walking, walking, walking all over this beautiful city, smoking, smoking, smoking the stuff I LOVE, drinking cold beer whenever thirst struck, visiting the City History and Rembrandt museums - and the only COPS I saw on the street was on the second day, in the late afternoon: a woman and a man in full uniform riding two majestic horses down the central road.

PERFECT NATURAL ORDER

As I was leaving - reluctantly, of course - I looked towards the government building and noticed that the flag was still at half-mast.

THE KING IS DEAD

LONG LIVE THE MARKET

That must be the Dutch Motto, I thought.


Think things over while you read this report on the Delhi "High" Court ordering a "crackdown" on "smoking hubs" in Delhi University because of a "public interest litigation" by some BUSYBODY NGO.


Read the Babur-Nama - and get to know that Babur was a charsi.


William Dalrymple's book on Delhi - City of Djinns - talks of an etiquette book popular among Mughal gentlemen that advised the smoking of charas.


Delhi has had many rulers before these "gandhians" gave us a PM who drank his own urine.


Jehangir, of course, was a daroobaaz, and struck a PURE GOLD COIN with his face on one side - holding aloft his drinking cup.


One day, I intend to strike personalised PURE GOLD COINS of my own, with my face on one side - smoking my chillum.

BOOM SHANKAR! 

Fuel - For The Bonfire Of Their Vanities

Over the past few days, events worldwide are gathering towards a massive sodomisation of The State. The accompanying picture is of a public burning of US dollars in Los Angeles, as a call for closing down the US Federal Reserve. Of course, paper money is nonsense - and evil, to boot. We must end it. Money must be hard: gold and silver coins, of purity and accuracy of weight. Private money.


However, as far as the sodomisation of the Indian State is concerned, I have some new thoughts to offer - over "energy." I am speaking as a representative of all the slumdwellers of Nude Elly, as a bonafide resident of Islam Colony, which lies between Mehrauli and Vasant Kunj. This is the precise constituency that chacha manmohan s gandhi LOST more than a decade ago. It is AMAZING that this LOSER has been prime minister for so long.


There is more to it than that: chacha manmohan s gandhi was the first chairman of the Indian Habitat Centre - where Nobel laureate RK Pachauri has headquartered his TERI: The Energy Research Institute. Together, these two, in association with Al Gore, who also received the Nobel prize, made a big fuss over "global warming": the Planet Earth is getting too hot, these fuckers said, because too much energy is being consumed.


The India Habitat Centre in Lodi Estate is centrally air-conditioned.


The REAL HABITAT of the people of India is places like Islam Colony.


What is the ENERGY that people in Islam Colony use?


Well, I for one do NOT use electricity. I have a candle in my room. It costs 5 rupees a day.


As far as cooking is concerned, I eat out - from food-sellers on the road.


But the rest of the people use dried cow dung cakes - and also firewood.


They also use little gas cylinders which are refilled locally at a cost far more expensive than IOC "subsidised" gas.


They do NOT use electricity for cooking - because the supply is unreliable.


Now, a funny thing happened over the firewood. My neighbour cut down some branches of the keekar tree that flourishes in "the jungle" - where everyone goes to shit. The DDA guard was quite upset.


I told him this:


The keekar is a useless jungle tree - and this is NOT a garden or a plantation. The only use of the keekar is firewood.


Now, this keekar has been "fertilised" by us, the people, who shit in the forest.


Why can't we burn the keekar.


And, anyway, the keekar jungle is four times the size of our colony!


We have four times the amount of land to shit on than to live on!


Yesterday, I walked from Masoodpur to Islam Colony via Vastant Kunj and Kishengarh, through the jungle. Surely, the jungle is enormous. Why can't We THE PEOPLE take over the jungle, live on it in kutias with bathrooms, with sewage facilities, streets and footpaths etc.? With piped gas? With 24x7 water and electricity?


Sorry folks. This CNG nonsense of the Supreme Court won't do. 


The "global warming" nonsense won't do, either.


The Supreme Court made our auto-rickshaw drivers suffer a LOT over CNG.


The people need MODERN ENERGY - for lighting, for cooking, and for transportation.


They are using COW DUNG CAKES - in South Delhi.


They are using FIREWOOD.


Cooking gas costs slum-dwellers MORE than it costs flat-dwellers.


This is the HABITAT of Nude Elly.


This is where chacha manmohan s gandhi and rk pachauri rule.


Here's to a BONFIRE of their VANITIES.

Apni Kutia Brijma Hi Banani

The title of this post translates to "I will build my cottage only in the Land of Brij." This is the Holy Land just south of Nude Elly, on the banks of the Yamuna, where Lord Krishna was born, and where the legends of his love for Radha still live on - especially in song.


For the past few days I have been hearing one of these bhajans - devoted to Radha - and I chose a line from this song as the title of this post: 

Apni Kutia Brijma Hi Banani

When the kids came for my daily class, I made them hear this line from this song - after which I asked them why we don't build kutias (cottages) any more, and only live in jhuggis (slum hutments). They offered no answer.


I posed the question once again: When there is abundant land all around, why are we crowded together in jhuggis? Why do we have more land to shit on than land to live on?


Once again, no answer.


Sometime later, a retired Delhi Destruction Authority (DDA) watchman came along - and we smoked a chillum or two together. I asked him what his duties were - and he replied that he had been posted to ensure that the "jungle" is NOT encroached upon by the slum-dwellers.


I asked him what point is there guarding prime land that is used only for crapping?


He looked shocked.


I then told him The Law of The Land:


1. Every owned piece of land must possess a clear title. This can be done "locally," using Google Maps.


2. Anyone can take over unowned land, invest in it, and claim a title - homesteading. There can be a limit on how much land anyone can homestead, especially in semi-urban areas such as Islam Colony.


3. There will be need for "collective property" in public roads and thoroughfares - and the vital space for these must be kept aside.


The kids had heard all this.


So I played the good song again:

Apni Kutia Brijma Hi Banani

No more jhuggis.


No more "DDA Land."


Kutias for All.


And that includes me.


We danced all through this 90 minute bhajan.


Radhey-Radhey.

Smack, Alcohol, Ganja-Charas, And Public Health

A woman passed by my hutment this morning, complaining of smackies who frequent the area. So, there must be LOTS of smackies in Nude Elly - and smack is HORRIBLE stuff, something that is destructive of both mind as well as body. It is a derivative of opium - and it became popular after the Narcotics & Psychotropic Substances Act was passed in 1984 (under US pressure). Pushers have since preferred pushing smack to ganja-charas, because the risks are the same, but the profits in smack are huge.


There are NO health risks with ganja-charas. There is, of course, the 12-volume report of the Royal Commission on Hemp Drugs - but, more recently, Professor D Mohan, who then headed the Department of Psychiatry and De-Addiction at the All-India Institute of Medical Sciences (AIIMS) released a booklet advocating legalisation of ganja-charas and bhang. None of these "drugs" are addictive, he asserted. He added that they harm neither body or mind. He further stated that their use is "traditional" in India - and the legislative ban is despotic.


Now, because good ganja-charas is hard to come by, many also turn to alcohol - and destroy themselves. I met a young lad once in these parts who worked as a daily wage labourer for Rs. 150 a day. We smoked a few chillums together. He told me that he spent 40 rupees every day on a pudia of ganja. It made 2 chillums - but, he mournfully stated, he didn't get any "buzz." It was all bhoonsa maal.


I told everyone present that it wouldn't be long before this young lad would prefer to spend his forty rupees on a quarter of alcohol.


In the slums, lots of alcohol is drunk - and I myself tried out some of the cheap "country liquor" being sold there, at 20 rupees a quarter. I also met one man who said he had switched from ganja to alcohol - and mucked-up his life.


It is therefore my firm belief that ganja-charas should be immediately legalised - as a means to promote public health.


Tourism will also shoot. 

The Baba Teaches Slum Kids

They call me The Baba in the slum. And Handia, the smackie next door, pleaded with me to spend some time teaching something useful to his four kids. This morning I gave them their first lesson in Economics.


To begin, I told them that to be born in poverty is often a blessing - because poor kids struggle very hard to succeed, while those born to wealth more often than not while away their lives in idleness and vice.


You have to get out of this slum - soon, don't you? I asked them. Don't you want a house, car and things like that? They all said they do.


Well, there are three ways to get out of poverty - one is theft (chori); the other is politics (rajniti); and the third is through the bazaar, where you satisfy your customers and live an honest, respectable and productive life. Which do you choose?


All four chose the bazaar!


Good kids, I thought. This is the inborn morality of the poor in an old civilisation.


Well, I told them, I just happen to be a pujari of The Bazaar, and I can teach you how to succeed in it. Do you want a first lesson?


Four eager voices said yes.


And my first lesson was just this:

To succeed in The Market you need to know just One Thing Well.

So, your father makes excellent chholay and succeeds. You have to choose one avenue for yourself and start off learning the necessary skills. What skill do you want to possess?


One said he wants to learn music - to play the guitar.


The girl said she wants to learn sewing.


The third was too small to choose anything.


And the fourth, the oldest of the lot - perhaps 8 or 9 - said he already knows how to run a shop, and that is what be wants to become:a shopkeeper.


Now, in this part of Nude Elly, one kind of shop completely missing from the scene at every bazaar is a good booze shop, a good beer shop, and, of course, public bars. As I told the only guy who sells decent cold beer: "There could be over 2000 such shops in this vast area." 


"Aap theek kehte hain, sahib," he said to me.


So that means some 5000 establishments are "what is NOT seen." These are not seen because of State Restrictions.

ABOLISH THESE RESTRICTIONS.

Rukawatein Hatao!

Aur gareebi apnay aap hutt jayegi.

So, abolish the Excise Department.


Free the market for alcohol.


Abolish the Customs Department, too - and make the City a Free Trade Zone.


This will improve the consumption of the poor - and a lot of stuff sells in the slums. Indeed, I found out that every hutment spends 5 rupees every night on a mosquito repellant coil! With free trade, these poor people will consume many high-quality, cheap imported goods with their hard-earned money. Like second-hand stuff, as well. I think the slums offer a great market for second-hand laundromats. I also told my 6' 4" landlord about microbreweries - one of the world's fastest-growing businesses. I think microbreweries in slums would offer the poor a better drink than "country liquor."


As I said at the outset, Handia, the father of these kids I am teaching, is a smackie. I told him that my Gurudakshina must be paid in good ganja. Another parent joined in with his four kids, and now both are out there looking for my Gurudakshina.


More markets are going to open.

Freedom!

Recommended read: My old article, titled "Brand New Delhi" - where I talk of converting Rashtrapati Bhavan into a casino, Rajpath into the central shopping and nightlife district, and Shantipath into the central office district. These views were also expressed by me in an unsigned Economic Times editorial - which, someone told me, is to be found framed on the office wall of a casino operator in Kathmandu.

Let's FUCK All This Welfarist Nonsense!

I am extremely happy to be living now in an urban slum in South Delhi - observing how 50 percent of Delhi's population lives.


First and foremost: The poor are NOT Starving. There is no need for "food security" which will cost the exchequer 1,00,000 crore rupees. 


Every day I see the shops and stalls where food etc. is sold by slum-dwellers for slum-dwellers. I see the extra food which they cook going to feed cows and other animals. I see that all the kids are quite healthy.


I see food-sellers who enter the area with great difficulty - like the vegetable vendors with their pushcarts carrying super-fresh radish, spinach, aubergine and what not, and I see their carts getting stuck trying to cross dirty drains.


And I see that the people who manage to feed themselves quite well (they also drink a fair amount of "country liquor") having a tough time every morning, going into "the jungle" for a crap. The jungle is unowned. It is prime property. It must be "homesteaded." And the State's monopoly on sewerage must go.


I also see the "mystery of capital" - how these people without titles cannot raise loans from the market. And I see that whatever poonji they manage to invest is invariably stolen by the State's "license-permit raj." These people spend vast amounts on auto-rickshaw and other licenses that are meaningless. They also sell ganja and alcohol illegally - bribing the State. All this is "capital consumption." The size of their poonji goes down.


Then there is the State's INFLATIONISM. If these poor people save at 8 percent interest, the value of the rupee goes down at 20 percent or more! More "capital consumption."


It therefore makes NO SENSE to spend 1,00,000 crore rupees (one crore is 10 million) on MORE CAPITAL CONSUMPTION. All welfare is consumed; none is saved or invested. Anyway, most of the money is eaten up by the "food minister" and his staff. They steal this food, while vendors of street-food actually feed poor people like me who do not have kitchens of their own. These street-food vendors are the REAL food ministers of the poor - and the cops as well as the municipality rats fuck them.


This money must be invested in capital goods like roads and sewage. If this is done around every city and town, so that outlying villages are connected, then we will all have urban lebensraum in which to live in comfort. With roads, sewage and property titles. Land prices in cities and towns will go down - while those in unconnected villages will rise. It will be win-win all around but, most importantly, all this money will be invested in "capital goods." The money will not be recklessly consumed and wasted. After all, it is a lot of money that the State is planning to consume.


I think chacha manmohan s gandhi, his boss, sonia, and the finance minister, pranab, who has finalised the "food security" spending, are NUTS. These three should be told to FUCK OFF. They are actually INSULTING our honest, hard-working poor people. 


They should go out of the Lutyens' Zone and see how people actually live in the slums of Delhi. I am extremely happy that I have had the opportunity to do so, and hence by writings do not only reflect "bookish knowledge" but also reveal to my readers what stark reality is all about.

The Rage I Feel

Anger is a good emotion, for it makes one stronger in the face of evil. And every day that passes by makes me angrier - because I live in an urban disaster zone smack-bang-middle of South Delhi. The Vasant Kunj arterial road sucks real bad. There are acres and acres of "unowned" barren wasteland around - and yet the poor must perforce live in slums. I am living in one of these now - "representative" of conditions in which 50 percent of the Delhi population lives.


And it seems Parliament is going to pass a real estate "regulation" bill this winter!


Real estate?


In India? 


I call this "unreal estate."


Vasant Kunj was designed and built by our The State.


What "knowledge" does the Urban Development Ministry possess that it can regulate building and construction?


I saw signs of State Predation on private builders, too, in the Chattarpur area, where some apartment blocks had been torn down.


I think "freedom to build" goes along with the Inviolability of Property. All that is needed is relief in torts, so if a building breaks, the builder will have to fork out compensation to his victim.


So, let us say a loud "No" to real estate regulation - and think of cities and towns that grow "organically."


New Delhi has NOT grown organically. It is a "planned disaster."


And you guys want these jokers to regulate building and construction?


Yes, I am raging at the sheer nonsense of it all - that morons who have destroyed their Capital City - which is a "new city" - should assume themselves capable of "planning" for the entire nation. And the newspaper editorials let them.


Yes, I feel rage at what is called "education." And rage at whatever is called "poverty alleviation." All the welfarism of our The State sickens me. To me, the poor need FREEDOM, PROPERTY TITLES, ROADS, SEWAGE, WATER and ELECTRICITY. Piped gas would be a good idea, too. 


And we need to build many more NEW CITIES and TOWNS. Preferably on the coast.


What is happening today is the END OF INDIAN CIVILISATION.


All our cities and towns are horrible.


We need to think of Mayors - and abandon village panchayat nonsense.


It can happen - if all of you feel and then transmit my rage.

FUCK Dilli Pulis!

For the past fortnight or so, I have been on a "camping holiday" in the urban jungle of Nude Elly; that too, in the Vasant Kunj area, where the Delhi Development Authority has monopolistically built public housing - with "scooter garages" for the middle class. The entire place is crawling with cars today! And the physical markets are all uniformly horrible - no Connaught Place or Chandni Chowk for poor, socialist Vasant Kunj, scooter garage town.


For a few nights, I slept in a "public park" in Vasant Kunj, under a canopy that protected me from the falling dew. There was a flat platform below, and I slept on that, with some bedclothes provided by Hola Singh, who runs a tea-shop bordering the park. It was WONDERFUL sleeping out in the open in Delhi again - and this is the ideal time of the year for that.


I spent the daytime in leisure - in the open air - conversing with passers-by. I have made many friends - also among the entrepreneurs who sell stuff outside the park, from whom I obtained my limited needs - tea, cigarettes, bun anda. Even the sarkari boozeshop guy now greets me with a friendly hello.


So I do NOT know the reason why the Dilli Pulis sent 2 constables to turf me out of the park one evening. They did the same the next afternoon! I have a PAN Card, dudes. I pay taxes. I am NOT a "tax parasite." I pay taxes every time I buy a beer or a pack of fags. And I cannot use a "public park" in the daytime?


So I was sitting outside the park at Hola Singh's tea-shop - and the cops turfed me out of there too. They threatened me with arrest -  and the same threat was issued to Hola. He was told he would be behind bars if he associated with me.


I have now obtained a room on rent in Islam Colony - and my landlord is a 6' 4" owner of 20 buffaloes.


But when I come to Vasant Kunj to do MY WORK at a cyber cafe I have been frequenting daily for over a fortnight now, I am told the "beat constable" has issued orders that I must not be allowed entry. They have lost a good customer.


And I have had to travel far and wide to find another cyber outlet.


The Dilli Pulis has NO CHARGES against me.


So this must be "political."


What is "politics"? Politics are the "public actions of free people." The public actions of the beat constable have not endeared him to any of the street businessmen. Mine have.


I was taken on a walkabout today, through Mehrauli, Chhattarpur, Neb Sarai and Saidulajaib - all "South Delhi."


I saw the "gramin seva" tuk-tuks made by Tata that the RTO has allowed - and even rode in one.There are NO ROADS anywhere in these areas. No sewerage. No water. No 24x7 electricity.


BUT THERE ARE THESE FUCKED-UP COPS!



I crossed over from Mehrauli to Chattarpur using a "zebra crossing" that doesn't work. 

Politics, anyone?


Song of the Day: "Ban the Pulis" by the Indian rapper, Blaaze. Video here.

Who Among You Will Run With The Hunt?

I read it in the ToI but it is not on the websites of either the ToI or the Express - the news that the Supreme Court has ordered that 1 lakh MORE autorickshaw permits be issued in Nude Elly.


Supreme Courts are NOT meant for such "administrative decisions." They are to mull over serious constitutional issues alone. This is a "socialist" supreme court.


The autorickshaw is not usually the Property of the driver. Yet, it is always the Poonji - the Precious Capital - of an entrepreneur: a transportation entrepreneur. Now, manufacturers of cars are also transport entrepreneurs, and should be FREE to COMPETE for the custom of these entrepreneurs. This is in the best interest of the masses - who "consume" these services - because free competition will ensure that Poonji is well invested. Thus, only the best and sturdiest cars will be used instead of autorickshaws, and both the driver as well as the passenger will be better off. Traffic discipline will also be easier to come by.


The Entire Nation Will Be Better Off.


And our The State's socialist supreme court says 1 lakh more - an "arbitrary figure."


Kanoon ke andhe!


Let us now turn to the much-disgraced woman IPS Officer Kiran Bedi's prominent ToI lead article of today, titled "Empowering law enforcers." She does NOT know the difference between "law" and "legislation"! And, if she wants to battle police corruption, then street-hawkers and vendors MUST come first. Huftha Bandh! That means Property Rights. This will "empower" all the street hawkers and vendors of India and eviscerate the Predatory State Police at the street level. 


Imagine that!


To end corruption, we "empower the police"!


Cry Freedom?


Or Run With The Hunt? 

Capitalism - In Hindustani

While discussing Capitalism vs. Socialism at a tea shop the other day with some passing strangers, I chanced upon the Right Word:

POONJIWADI

This word "clicked" with the crowd. And so I went on to explain how it works, how you save and invest your poonji, how you look after it, careful to distinguish it from your income - which I called kharcha - such that your poonji is always increasing. I stressed how everything is speculative.


I then went on to say that poonjiwadi means YOU DECIDE about your poonji - to keep it gold, or silver, or whatever. I told them how inflationism is eating into their poonji. If gold was money, prices would continually fall and all poonjis would increase in value.


Now we have samajwadi (socialism) and so we have government money from a government central bank in which all our poonji are kept for storage and manipulation in the name of the samaj.


This is ABSURD!


COMMUNIST MONEY!


Gold, silver - these are all "private money." Hence, they work - for Capitalism, for poonjiwadi.


And what is "society"? I asked these people. What is samaj?


It is just a hoax, I told them.


The idea is to go out and sell your stuff to strangers.


You guys are strangers to me too.


Get it?


We call it "CATALLAXY."

Abolish Every RTO

The auto-rickshaw has become a symbol of India - that is, of its poverty, its socialism and its protectionism. I checked out the economics of owning and operating one of these three-wheeled rexine-covered beasties and it turned out that one of these costs the entrepreneur more than a new, modern car. Everyone knows that money is paid not for the vehicle - but for the RTO's "permit." (RTO = Regional Transport Officer).


Now, this is a form of "capital consumption" - the capital of the entrepreneur is "invested" in a worthless piece of paper. The vehicle itself does not deserve to be called "roadworthy."


The auto-rickshaw is uncomfortable for the passenger as well as the driver - and the driver has it much worse. I interviewed some who have been auto-rickshaw drivers for decades - and they all complained of chronic body and back aches. The wheels are too small; there are no shock-absorbers; and, of course, our roads are all pot-holed.


I was also told that the RTO is a corrupt organisation.


Why not ABOLISH THE RTO?


Liberty for the transportation entrepreneur!

Fuck Uncle Sam, Vote For Ron Paul

I am extremely happy to see one of my old posts on Ron Paul featuring in the "Most Popular Posts" provided by Google. The post is titled "Identity Theft By The State" - and it should make Nandan Nilekani squirm.


Over the past few days I have been reading Margit von Mises' memoirs of life with Ludwig - or Lu as they called him in America. Great story. Turns out that the man couldn't boil an egg to save his life. He though instant coffee was the greatest invention ever because he could make a cup for himself unaided. And he loved climbing mountains!


As I finished the book, I thought of what I might have been doing the day Ludwig von Mises died - 10th October, 1973. He died peacefully - slipping into a coma the day before. Margit was told to leave.


He was a cigarette smoker - quite addicted. The doctors told him to give it up - but he couldn't. Margit writes that his study always smelt of tobacco. And he lived till 93! As did Deng Xiao Peng, who smoked 90 cigarettes a day.


Anyway, in October 1973 I was 16 years old - and just beginning to smoke charas.


Those days, in Dilli, all the poor kids smoked charas.


You got a pudia of Afghani charas for 2 rupees - enough to make two joints, one for the morning, and the other for the night.


A bottle of beer cost 5 rupees - and we never drank any.


We smoked charas.


You don't get it anymore - because of that fucked-up asshole, Uncle Sam.


Warmonger. 


Dictator.


Busybody.


I am happy that Karzai has said Afghanistan will fight with Pakistan against the USSA if America declares war on Pakistan.


I would surely join in the fight - as a volunteer-patriot.


Fuck Uncle Sam.


Vote Ron Paul.


Read that most popular post here.